Seasons

by chris johnson   Apr 8, 2009


Morning after morning, day after day
i change like the seasons
i desperately feel the need, to forgive you your past deed
but you have given me no reasons

as i show up cold in the wintry wind
i am solitary
like the cold outside, my heart has frozen and died
and all that remains is something scary

something that cannot be explained by words
an unwritable thought
all thanks to you, my soul has frozen through
and nothing i reach for can be caught

next i come through as the gentle spring
melting whats cold
i could breathe new life, and relieve all strife
and make everything shine as gold

i somehow let all light shine through
to what lies within
the heart that had died, was just hidden inside
and i'm no longer a soulless mannequin

i can quickly rush up like the summer's heat
and finally explode
to release all my built up fire, to destroy every single desire
and then the hope of all will corrode

as i burn up life that was held so tight
its to a demise
consume all within my path, using solely my raging wrath
and i'm never able to realize

as my heat begins to fade i change
like a leaf
once again i let life grow into something that'll always flow
change to something unimaginable to believe

what was once consumed has cooled and turned to something else
like a butterfly
sprouted like a lowly worm to something that i could only term
as love

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